All Chapters of The Father Of My Child Is My Stepbrother: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

She pulled me carefully into her arms and for a few precious seconds, I was not a mother, I was not a woman balancing danger and business and healing.I was simply her daughter.“I missed you,” I whispered.“I know.” She replied When she pulled back, she wiped my tears with both thumbs. Then she looked at the babies and her whole face changed.They softened and opened becoming something only grandmothers seem able to become.“Oh…”She took Mira first, then Elian. Then cried harder than I had.“They’re beautiful.”“They are loud,” Mason said.She looked up sharply. “Then they are healthy.”Andre tugged her sleeve. “And me?”She gasped dramatically.“And you are the most handsome, brave, responsible older brother in the world.”He accepted this instantly.“Okay.”I turned slowly toward Mason. “You did this.”He adjusted his cuff.“Yes.”“You called her.” I continued “Yes.”“You arranged travel.” I kept on going “Yes.”“And you kept it from me.”“Yes.” He answered I narrowed my eyes.

Despite everything, I laughed. The tension cracked but it did not leave. That evening, after Mother took Andre for a walk and the twins slept again, I found Mason alone on the balcony.The city stretched below us in silver lights. He stood still, carrying too much in silence.“You’re doing it again,” I said.“What?” He asked playing dumb“Trying to carry something alone.” I said“This concerns our children.” He replied “Everything concerns our children now.” I let him know I also knew and I stepped closer. “So talk.”He exhaled slowly.“If the mark means what old records suggest, others may know it too.”My stomach dropped.“The Blackthorne?” I quickly asked “Possibly.”“Rosa?” I continued “Possibly.”“Anyone obsessed with bloodlines and power?”“Yes.”I crossed my arms tightly. “So our babies become targets because of marks on their skin?”His voice turned cold enough to freeze the air. “They become targets only if anyone reaches them.”I knew that tone, violence lived just beneat

Mason’s POV I still did not leave the study for a long time. The door remained locked and the curtains half drawn. The old papers still spread across the desk like wounds that refused to close.Ancient marks, hidden bloodlines, twins born carrying something older than power. I had faced men with guns pointed at my chest. I had stared across tables at council members who smiled while planning betrayal.I had buried enemies and shaken hands with worse ones. None of that unsettled me the way these two sleeping infants now did because enemies with faces can be fought.They can be tracked, cornered, broken. But prophecy? That moved through the shadows. It slipped into rooms before you knew a door had opened, it made ordinary people dangerous and it turned cowards into believers and believers into fanatics.And if those papers were right, my children had entered a world already waiting for them. I stood at the window and looked over the city.Below, traffic moved in clean lines as people c

Letty’s PovThe days after the unwanted guests broke in and the flowers arrived became strangely quiet. It was too quiet and after everything that had happened over the past months, silence no longer comforted me.It warned me because chaos announces itself loudly. But real danger? Real danger watches first. It waits as it learns routines, measures weakness and then it moves. Mason became even sharper after the card with the split moon crest appeared.He was not paranoid, Mason had never been paranoid. Mason did not panic, he calculated. But I noticed the changes anyway, the way he checked reflections in windows without realizing it, the way he paused before answering unknown calls, the way his hand always brushed lightly against my back whenever we walked through crowded spaces now and the way Lucas constantly moved between quiet investigations and security reports like a man trying to solve a puzzle before it solved him first.Neither of them said everything aloud but I understood e

HOUSE LUNARETHLong before modern packs ruled territories, before Alpha councils built laws, before wolves turned power into politics and wealth. There was House Lunareth. And unlike the great families known today, Lunareth was never created to rule, it was created to watch, to remember, to judge and when necessary…To end things that don’t sit with them.According to the oldest surviving records, the Lunareth bloodline began over a thousand years ago during an era wolves later named The Hollow Century. It was an age drenched in blood not because humans hunted wolves but because wolves also hunted each other. Ancient Alpha houses fought endless wars for territory and dominance as villages burned beneath silver moons, as entire bloodlines vanished within a single winter as wolves slaughtered weaker packs simply to prove strength.Mercy became weakness and compassion became dangerous. There was no balance, only survival and during that brutal age, stories began spreading about a strange